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I know you niggaz fuckin' with me

How dare these niggaz try to hate on me
Come out and records sound just like me
But nobody does here quite like me
Now let me tell a little something me
Pops tags, things to death like me
Who pulls more whips out the stash me
Y'all bitches wanna ride, c'mon on me
I guess it's my time, all is on me

[Verse
Man everybody wanna like Rule, sing like Rule
Talk some shit to get they name on the
Papers, never pay they dues
Always got to be in somebdy
Walk with me, or ride this on
the rims you can sit in
Or the Enzo with them TV's that's
I in menages with various women
Huh, I'm kiddin' that's not how I'm livin'
The realest, the nigga in the realest
I got real estates in different states, go
Cause I ain't singing you'se a Digger+
But bitches, +you ain't fuckin' no broke niggaz+
why I ride, ain't you see I put you on the CLS
We on the point your voice like sex, yes
There's no real way to stop me, that's why copy
I you niggaz ain't fuckin' with me

[Verse
Yea, I know, one more gin, bitch you come on in
Relax a while, sip on hypno and
I like your style, so old school
In them Sasson Vidals, eleven
Reebok Remind me of '87 when
Niggaz was playing with blocks little kids and
Even though we men we still big
cop cribs, six beds, four baths, high ceilings
All of the art of cause every mil
Is two for me, when all tax-free
for God's children, all except for me
I'mma walk in the path the Lord has for me
One foot at a time, follow my footsteps
Put the on my shoulders, leave one set of footprints
Man, y'all can't stop me, that's why y'all copy
I know you niggaz ain't fuckin' me

[Verse
I know what niggaz to do right, do no wrong
And everything's alright, then lyrically wrong
No part to in, no shoulder to cry on
You get to thinkin' why can't we let by-gones be
Rule the icon, who killed the industry like
Had these niggaz runnin' track stars
Except backwards when I sit back rollin' the backwoods
my trey-duece for them niggaz that act hood
Ridin' my uptown, I'm so hood
Bitches love the when them doors swing upwards
long, I'm putting from the green like T-Woods
? is not to be confused white good
White gold should be percieved as platinum
And cubic-zirconia never shine like diamonds
Cause, no matter how hard they copy, still not me
bitch niggaz ain't fuckin' with me